Even though he had no memory of being Yan Jiu's master, being looked at by Yan Jiu's warm eyes, he experienced the joy of being a master, the joy of having someone to carry on the legacy.
Zhong Heng's vision gradually blurred.
With trembling hands, he untied the black bandages binding him, revealing a clivia tattoo on his wrist. No one knew that Yan Qingxuan was the one who loved clivia the most.
Even when Zhong Heng smiles, he exudes a cold and aloof aura, like the misty white fog atop a snow-capped mountain, which is completely at odds with the gentle warmth of the clivia.
A striking fiery red color bursts forth amidst the black and white.
The clivia seemed out of place with Zhong Heng at this moment, yet it was also just right, an unbelievable contradiction.
Before Zhong Heng closed his eyes completely, he heard a heart-wrenching cry of "Master".
Even the clivia, which illuminates others amidst desolation and silence, will one day wither away.
Endless spiritual power erupted from Yan Jiu's body.
Yan Jiu exhausted all her spiritual power and finally broke free from the shackles of the Asura Domain to catch Zhong Heng.
She stared coldly at Luo Hou, making no attempt to conceal the ferocity in her heart; her murderous gaze sent chills down one's spine.
Luo Hou stared at the foolish Yan Jiu, unable to understand why the other party dared to expend all his spiritual power just to catch a dead man: "Without your spiritual power, you are no match for me at all."
The next moment.
Rahu's pupils suddenly dilated.
A familiar aura of Asura struggled to crawl out from the depths of Yan Jiu's soul.
Luo Hou instinctively knelt on the ground, suppressing the tremor spreading from the depths of his soul. This kneeling was the natural submission of the inferior to the controller, and the subject to the king.
Rahu looked up in shock: "Your Majesty..."
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